Marcel Proust Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

  Marcel Proust

  Friendship, Happiness, Happy

  Marcel Proust (1957). “Pleasures and days: and other writings”

• When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, we recast them in an original creation.

  Marcel Proust

  Children, Soul, Age

  Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: The captive. The fugitive. Time regained”, Vintage

• But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

  Marcel Proust

  Past, Essence, Smell

  Marcel Proust (2015). “Swann's Way”, p.50, Vintage

• A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if the houses have no style, if the graves are vanishing under tasteless ornaments and inscriptions? Before an imagination sympathetic and respectful enough to conceal momentarily its aesthetic disdain, that dust may release a flock of souls, their beaks holding the still verdant dreams that gave them an inkling of the next world and let them rejoice or weep in this world.

  Marcel Proust

  Dream, Song, Dust

  Marcel Proust, Joachim Neugroschel, Roger Shattuck (2003). “The Complete Short Stories of Marcel Proust”, p.127, Rowman & Littlefield

• ...a writer's works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering has penetrated his soul.

  Marcel Proust

  Water, Soul, Suffering

• I find very reasonable the Celtic belief that the souls of our dearly departed are trapped in some inferior being, in an animal, aplant, an inanimate object, indeed lost to us until the day, which for some never arrives, when we find that we pass near the tree, or come to possess the object which is their prison. Then they quiver, call us, and as soon as we have recognized them, the spell is broken. Freed by us, they have vanquished death and return to live with us.

  Marcel Proust

  Death, Animal, Broken

• Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

  Marcel Proust

  Dark, Tree, Soul

  Marcel Proust (1957). “Pleasures and days: and other writings”

• When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child we were and the souls of the dead from whom we have sprung come to lavish on us their riches and their spells.

  Marcel Proust

  Children, Soul, Age

• As to the pretty girls who went past, from the day on which I had first known that their cheeks could be kissed, I had become curious about their souls. And the Universe had appeared to me more interesting.

  Marcel Proust

  Girl, Women, Past

  Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.648, Wordsworth Editions

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